Chapter 7

CHAPTER SEVEN

Lola

In comparison to Jordy’s power walk to his bedroom, the way he lays me down on his bed is slow and controlled, as if I’m a precious china doll.

He lays a path of kisses across my jaw, then down my neck as my needy hips tilt upward, my pussy throbbing with desire.

Having flirted with one another all night, I don’t want to draw this out and I know that whatever happens tonight will stay between us. “I want you,” I say, my voice full of longing.

Chuckling darkly, he disappears down my body and stops mid-thigh. “As much as I like you wearing my clothes, take the shirt off.” He kisses my inner thigh, then the other as his fingertips tickle my skin, grazing my calves as he explores my body.

“Off,” he commands when I don’t make a move. “Now.” He eases himself off the bed with a determined look on his face and switches on the light on the nightstand.

Usually full of smiles and chatter, this is a different side of Jordy I’m seeing, and I like how demanding he’s being with me, bossing me around. I want to do everything he tells me to and be a good girl for him.

Reaching for the hem, I pull it up to my stomach, fully exposing my pussy to him for the first time in the light.

Tilting his head to the side, his hooded eyes drop down my body. “Spread your legs wide for me.”

I do as he asks, bending my knees and laying my feet flat against the mattress to show him the most sacred part of myself.

“Fucking beautiful. Keep going, Lola. I’m not a patient man.” His fingers hook inside the elasticated waistband of his boxers, pushing them down his hips to reveal his cock that I’ve been desperately wanting to see.

I was right. It’s the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. Long and thick, the head angry-looking and dripping with precum.

Shit, will it fit?

He wraps his hand around his shaft and fists himself and I’m captivated with how beautiful it looks. I desperately want to taste it, and almost forget that I should be removing my tee shirt as excitement rises, and a rush of arousal floods between my thighs.

Jordy growls my name making goosebumps scatter across my skin before he tells me to, “Take. It. Off.” He brushes his fingers up my leg as if encouraging me to focus on his instruction.

Watching me, to ensure I’m doing as I’m told, he walks to the side of the bed and picks up his phone as I bow my back, then pull his tee shirt over my head, removing it fully.

One hand on his phone with the other still stroking himself, Jordy licks his lips, as the dark pop-rock sounds of Chase Atlantic’s “Into It” fills the room.

“Holy shit, that’s sexy.”

“You like it?” Jordy asks before the room is flooded in deep caramel brown lighting at the same time as he turns down the volume to a soft thrum, setting the mood.

I push myself up onto my elbows and look around, enjoying the slowly changing color of lights to deep violet then white, and back again. “You’re like a real-life Valentino.”

“Never fucked to music before?”

I shake my head before he places his phone on the nightstand and makes his way back to the foot of the bed. “You’ll never want to have sex any other way after tonight.”

He’s going to ruin me for every other man. I’m certain that’s his plan.

He crawls between my legs, making my heart dance with a cocktail of delight, desire, and anticipation.

Taking his time, he kisses every inch of my body, knocking my legs open with his knees to accommodate him.

In every way, he’s huge. His presence, muscles, personality, his cock.

My pussy may not make it through the night he has planned for it.

He kisses my pelvic bone and I moan, praying he’s heading south again. Instead, he moves up and flicks my hardened nipple with his tongue before licking the other as he teases, then pulls it between his teeth, sending a shockwave of pleasure to my pussy.

“Fucking beautiful,” he mumbles against my skin.

Running the tip of his tongue around the outer edge of my nipple, he takes it fully into his mouth then bites it much harder this time, and I almost scream in pleasure from how good it feels.

Pinching my other nipple between his deft fingers, he tortures me, licking and sucking my boobs until I’m uncontrollably writhing underneath him.

“That’s so good,” I whisper, every hair on my body stands on end as if begging for his attention.

He might only be playing with my nipples, but I feel his touch everywhere.

I’m so wet, and he’s yet to touch my pussy.

Torturing me some more, he moves back to my other nipple and gives it the same attention.

“You’ve got great tits.”

No one has ever told me that before. Nothing special. Well, that’s what Graham told me once.

What a dick.

I push the thoughts of him aside and smile to myself, bathing in the knowledge that Jordy thinks I have great boobs, enjoying the way he makes sparks of desire burn deep in my core.

And it’s only then I notice the music has changed to Chase Atlantic’s “Slow Down” which is my favorite song of theirs. It’s dark and full of passion. So sexy.

Just like Jordy.

He kisses my cleavage before finally, his gorgeous face appears above me.

“You have a beautiful body, Jordy.” Longing to touch him, I run my hands up his strong arms, and over the skin of his shoulders.

“I like the way you touch me,” he admits, dropping a kiss to my lips, and I swear he shivers. “But I want you to put your hands above your head for me.”

I don’t question him because I want him to make good on his promise. I want him to do things to me I’ve never done before and, most of all, I want him to fuck Graham out of my system.

I lift my arms, and I love how he takes control in the bedroom. I feel like he’s worshiping me. Something Graham never did.

With one of his large hands, he pins my wrists to the bed. “Are you wet for me, baby?” His voice dances with dark mischief.

I nod.

“Shall we check how wet your pretty cunt is?” His dirty words make me suck in a breath, my nipples hardening at how turned on I am by his filthy mouth. I like this Jordy, a lot.

His other hand moves to between my legs, and he cups me with it before touching my pussy lips with featherlight strokes. Taking his time, he tickles my inner thighs, teasing me, before he moves back to my pussy. Writhing, I tilt my pelvis because I want him to touch me. He doesn’t, but he continues to build the need burning inside me when he traces his fingertips across the skin of my ass, my thighs, my perineum, which is not something I thought I would enjoy but do.

“Eyes on me, baby,” he commands. “I want to see the look on your pretty face when I finger fuck you for the first time.”

I pull in a breath when he finally slips his fingers between my pussy lips. Grazing my clit makes me jolt, but everything he does makes my body feel alive. It’s as if there’s this weird super current that runs between us. It’s electric.

“You good?” he asks.

I nod. It’s better than good.

“Make me feel special, Jordy.” My voice is breathless as I beg him to make his next move.

He slides his finger back and forth, then rubs my clit teasingly, making my breath hitch before he inserts a thick finger inside me, and my back bows off the bed.

“You’re soaked.” His pupils darken when he pushes it in and out, my pussy tightening around his fingers. I want more . “Want another?” he asks, as if reading my thoughts.

Rendered speechless, I can only nod.

“I need words.” He stalls, his voice deliciously dark and gravelly.

“Yes,” I reply, sounding desperate.

“Good girl.” His praise sends a rush of my arousal flooding from me.

Jordy’s mouth touches mine. “Interesting,” he mumbles, pushing another digit into my pussy, the burn of him stretching me slowly turns into pleasure.

I arch my back some more, driving his fingers deeper inside of me, forcing him to press against my inner walls. A delicious sensation of pleasure shoots through me when he touches a divine spot that has me crying out his name. When his thumb touches my clit and he increases the pressure, I call out his name again and tell him not to stop.

“I love it when you say my name, baby.” The way he looks at me is hot enough heat to melt gold.

“Jordy.” I’m going to come so fast.

“Let go and give it to me.” His fingers go deeper, and he does something inside my pussy, as if beckoning me to come.

His dick leaks precum over my thigh. I’m so desperate to touch him and I try to wriggle free, but his grip around my wrists tightens. I can’t deny how much I love the control he has over my body.

I’m hit by an overload of intense sensations, to the point I feel like I’m going to explode, and I do. I come. Embarrassingly quick.

Jordy covers my mouth with his, pushing his tongue into my mouth, swallowing my cries of pleasure, while all I can do is thrash beneath him, rocking my hips back and forth to fuck his fingers as my orgasm crashes through me, wave upon unstoppable wave. It’s all consuming, every part of me feels alive.

“You did so good, baby.” He pants, sounding breathless himself between our hot kisses.

His praise has me rocking my hips and spreading myself wider for him as he continues to work my clit and wet center, pulling every last ounce of pleasure from my body until every inch of me feels like it’s humming.

“Your cunt is fucking soaked.” He circles my over-sensitive clit again with his thumb, making me moan while he rubs his erection back and forth against my hip.

“I want you inside of me,” I whisper. I can’t take it anymore. I want all of him.

Jordy unwraps his hand from my wrists. “Wiggle your fingers for me.”

I do as I’m told, pumping the blood back into my veins.

“Good girl.” His words light me up in ways I never knew possible and makes me want to drop to my knees and taste him.

He sits back on his haunches and looks down at where his fingers are still inside of me. Painfully slow, he removes them, and I flinch at the loss, hating that he is not touching me right now.

I pull in a breath of surprise that quickly turns into fascination when he drags them over the engorged head of his cock, coating himself in my juices.

Holy shit, that’s hot.

He holds his erection at the root and cups his balls, squeezing them. “Are you on the pill?”

I know this might break our desperate moment but I overshare. “I am on the pill, and I haven’t, you know, done anything for months because Graham stopped having sex with me. I had my annual physical last week though and got the results back yesterday. I’m clean.” Knowing what I know about Graham’s infidelity, it’s such a relief.

“Lucky for you, so am I. Are you okay with not using a condom?” he whispers softly. I relax and smile up at him, knowing he trusts me and wants to do this with me.

“I want to go bare with you.” I reach forward and touch his cock for the first time, which makes him groan when I stroke him back and forth.

When I remove my hand, he lines his head up at my entrance and smiles down at me before telling me, “I’ve got you, baby. I’m going to give you a night to remember.”

I’m about to have sex with Jordy Miller.

The sexiest wingman to skate on ice.

Of course, I’ll remember this.

“Ready?” Jordy slides his cock between my pussy lips, teasing me over and over, before pushing in an inch, then pulling out again.

I groan in frustration. I can’t concentrate while he does things I want him to do more of.

“I’ve told you, Lola. I need words.”

“You’re so bossy,” I reply, my tone huffy pretending to be annoyed.

Ignoring me, he asks again, “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I yell just before he pushes his thick head inside me, making me lose all sense of myself. Taking his time, he pushes in another inch, then out again, then slides inside of me some more until I’m begging him to insert himself fully.

Grabbing my knees, he spreads them wider, opening me up for him. His gaze firmly locked on where our bodies join, he watches as he pushes himself in and out, inch by pleasurable inch.

He tilts his head back and lets out a sound that comes out more like a roar as I tighten my walls around him, squeezing hard.

I stare up at him, enjoying every single one of his breathtaking tight muscles and his six pack, making my mouth water.

“Fuck,” he moans. “You feel so fucking good, Lola.”

I’m done waiting for him to fill me up, so I grab his firm ass and pull him into me. At the same time, we both cry out in pleasure. The way he stretches me feels heavenly. It feels like he belongs there. Which doesn’t make any sense.

This is a one-night stand, you fool.

“You’ll pay for that.” Jordy wraps his hand around my neck, squeezing gently, and his pupils dilate when I smile up at him. “Oh, you like that, do you?” He holds himself deep inside my body. “Praise, and light choking. You’re full of surprises, Ms. Ramsay.”

“Shut up and just fuck me, Jordy.” I wrap my legs around his waist. I want to feel his weight fully on top of me. “And anyway, who knew you were so bossy in the bedroom? Trust me, I’m the one that’s surprised.”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet.” He presses his fingertips deeper into my skin.

“That feels so good. Harder.” I order.

Gaze unwavering, his eyes smolder as he increases the pressure around my neck a little more and I inhale a quick gasp of surprise when he pulls his cock out, then thrusts inside of me again.

“It’s one night, Lola. There’s a lot of trust we’d need to build up to something like that.”

I nod in agreement, hating myself for not negotiating more nights and I realize I’m not struggling for breath, but I like the control he has over my airway.

“That’s enough.” Jordy releases my neck and drives into me.

“Come closer.” I want his lips on mine, so I grab his face when he’s where I want him and devour him with fervent kisses, digging my heels into his ass, urging him to keep going.

Finding our rhythm, his pelvis rubs against my clit as we move together in perfect synchronization.

It feels like we’ve been doing this forever. I wish we had.

Undulating his hips, he slows the pace when another song comes on, and I love how considered every move he makes is. He fucks me slow, kissing me at the same torturous speed as if teasing my orgasm to make an appearance.

“Faster, Jordy.” I need to come.

Widening his knees to give him more power, our kiss disconnects as he fucks me up the bed with a rough hip thrust as if he’s been waiting for me to tell him to pick up the pace.

“Milk my cock, baby,” he whispers in my ear.

I kiss his neck making him groan, so I lick and then bite it again, a little part of me secretly hoping it leaves a mark.

He grunts, his thrusts becoming frantic.

Clasping my wrists above my head again, Jordy drives his cock into me deeper, making all the corded muscles of his body tighten when I clench my inner walls around him. “Jesus fucking Christ. Come,” he roars as if in pain. “I can’t come until you come, Lola.”

I feel his cock thickening inside of me.

“Wet my cock with your tight cunt and come for me. Now.” He makes his demand, and his dirty words tip me over the edge.

“Oh, I… I… I’m…” My orgasm weaves through my body, and I cry out as it crashes through me.

Jordy punches his hips into mine, his heavy balls slapping off my ass as he moves in sinful ways. “Good girl. Good fucking girl.”

With my body on fire, I shudder, my pussy clenching around his cock. When he plunges his tongue into my mouth, he lets out a deep guttural groan as he fills me with his release, exploding inside of me. I feel him, all of him. His cock pulsing, his body twitching as he jerks out the last of his hot seed, every single one of his muscles taut as his orgasm takes control. Our sweaty bodies press firmly against each other as if we are each other’s second skin. We’re molded perfectly together as even the slightest move he makes has little aftershocks pulsing through both of us.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” Jordy mumbles against my lips, releasing his hold on my wrists, which I’m happy about because I’m desperate to touch his hard hockey playing body.

A groan of pleasure vibrates in his throat when I run my nails down his smooth back, and he hums when I dig them in a little deeper.

“Fuck, that’s nice.” Panting, he moves his lips to my neck, then my shoulder. “Your fucking pussy was made for my dick.”

“Was screwing my brains out tonight part of your plan to make me feel better?” I ask, smiling, my lips skimming over the spot on his neck that I discovered he likes.

Chest heaving, he slowly leans out of our skin-on-skin embrace and then looks deep into my eyes as if embedding this moment into his soul.

We’re tangled in each other, and I can’t help but think this feels like more than a one-night thing. His thumb brushes against my temple and he drops a gentle kiss to my lips. It’s a sharp contrast to the way he just fucked me into the mattress.

“This was never part of the plan. I can promise you that.” His face is full of concern, so I know he means it. “I like you, Lola. A lot. I never planned for this because the last thing I would ever do is hurt you more than you already have been.” He shakes his head and lets out a sigh. “We’ll keep this thing between us a secret.”

“My job with the Eagles is temporary,” I admit, saying nothing and too much all at the same time.

“What do you mean?” The way he tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear tenderly has me leaning into his touch.

“I’m only there until the end of the season.”

“Does Wade know that?” His voice is laced with a mix of annoyance and confusion.

“He doesn’t. Please don’t say anything. Yet.”

“Are you moving away or something?”

“Or something. Please know that you can trust me. And I have no plans to move.” I might have to if it all goes pear-shaped. “Kali knows everything, and that’s all you need to know. I am trustworthy. I promise.”

His brows hunch together and I get the sense he doesn’t like my answer. “You’re not going to tell me yet, are you?”

“No, but I will. At the end of the season.”

I’ve only told Kali that I am Wade’s sister. She’s the only other person working for the team who knows about my past. Oh, and Marcus.

My best friend, Piper.

And Graham.

Shit.

I hope he doesn’t let my secret slip.

He betrayed me once, which means he may do it again, and the thought makes my heart rate kick up a notch.

I’m praying he does the right thing by me for once and keeps his mouth shut.

“Where did you go, baby?” Jordy taps my temple.

“I’ll tell you when the time is right. I promise. Just not yet. Please, just, please trust me though.”

“You trusted me with your body, Lola, which means you can trust me to keep anything you tell me a secret. I’m not like him.”

I knew he’d read my thoughts.

“Thank you. And nobody will find out about us. I’m the keeper of secrets.” After all, I’m hiding the biggest one of all from Wade. “And this is just one night,” I confirm, checking just in case he changes his mind.

“One epic night of fucking.” He grins down at me, and I’m suddenly aware of how heavy he is on top of me.

“That’s if you don’t squash me to death first.”

Pushing himself off, he slowly slides his cock out of my body and I wince, which he notices.

“Sore?”

“It’s been a very long time since I’ve had sex, and you have a monster dick,” I say looking down and pointing at it. Half erect, it’s huge.

“Monster dick, huh? Should we measure it?” He pushes two thick fingers inside my pussy, and I hiss at his action when he pumps them in and out and then smears our juices over my clit, sending ripples of pleasure through my core again. Everything he does makes my body feel like it’s wired to high voltage.

“You need a shower, filthy girl.”

“Sex is never good in the shower. I’m not having sex with you in the shower.” I don’t sound very convincing as I let out a long moan when he lowers his head between my legs and flattens his tongue against my clit, licking up our combined juices.

Looking up, he smiles against my pussy before he says, “Oh, we most definitely are.” He looks down at his dick that’s getting hard again. “You’re all mine for the night.”

“One night only,” I confirm again.

We both know that’s a lie.